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Don’t Hesitate

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don’t Hesitate)”

― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

"The word hustle to me is not just at one level. … What interests me is all the levels of, ‘when are we kidding ourselves? When does hustling actually get you through the day?’ Whistling in the dark, you know what I’m saying? That’s a great skill to have. … I find that interesting, the stories we tell ourselves in order to motivate ourselves, to feel positive or negative. … Negative thinking or negative stories or cynicism is a luxury that some people simply can’t afford. In fact, I can’t afford it and I don’t think it’s the greatest thing in the world for anybody to afford. I’m happy to hold the ground of sincerity, and romance, and wish and love and trying. … Is that a con, is he conning himself? … I’d rather have a surplus of faith that keeps me inclined upwards."

David O. Russell on Fresh Air

THIS IS A GENERIC BRAND VIDEO.

kateoplis:

"We think first
Of vague words that are synonyms for progress
And pair them with footage of a high-speed train.

Science
Is doing lots of stuff
That may or may not have anything to do with us.

See how this guy in a lab coat holds up a beaker?
That means we do research.
Here’s a picture of DNA.

Bread

Each night, in a space he’d make
between waking and purpose,
my grandfather donned his one
suit, in our still dark house, and drove
through Brooklyn’s deserted streets
following trolley tracks to the bakery.

There he’d change into white
linen work clothes and cap,
and in the absence of women,
his hands were both loving, well
into dawn and throughout the day—
kneading, rolling out, shaping

each astonishing moment
of yeasty predictability
in that windowless world lit
by slightly swaying naked bulbs,
where the shadows staggered, woozy
with the aromatic warmth of the work.

Then, the suit and drive, again.
At our table, graced by a loaf
that steamed when we sliced it,
softened the butter and leavened
the very air we’d breathe,
he’d count us blessed.
-Richard Levine

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meginreallife:

Step back and appreciate the beauty of it.

Always.

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That time we drove a golf cart over Red Mountain.

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lightningcollective:

REAL ESTATE | Talking Backwards

Saw them at Pitchfork last year in the scorching sun and still enjoyed it. This is straight off of their new album, “Atlas” due March 4th via Domino Records.

Quite beautiful, really. 

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"I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it."

Joan Didion